His Soft Spot

Goodnight

A/N: We back to normal in Alya's pov.

We pull away from our kiss and let ourselves catch our breaths. I'm still in shock though, I can't believe that before me sits the boy I am so immensely crushing on. I shake my head and sit up straight looking back at his perfect face.

What a sight, the most beautiful boy in school likes me. How? I don't really know how and I don't care why. He likes me and that's all that matters right now. I don't care about anything else. I lean into his shoulder and stare at the stars for a little while. I need to calm my body down before I do anything else because if I try and stand right now I will most definitely faint.

I look up at him and we stare at each other for a good long while. Usually I hate eye contact but just for tonight I will let it slide. I take in every single little inch of his face. His breath fans over my face and hitches as I slide a hand under his shirt and around his waist.

That was fun, to know I can cause that sort of reaction.

He smirks at me knowing I well and truly did that to get a reaction. And also because his stomach is ripped.

I smile up at him cheekily and he starts to tickle me and I uncontrollably let loud laughs out of my mouth.

"Stop! Stop!" I let out weakly between my laughing fits.

"Are you sure you want me to?" Dylan asks smugly and pulls me tightly into his chest. The warmth of his body fills my heart up and makes my blood pump so much faster.

"We should probably go inside," I say and he grabs my hands pulling me up of the ground.

Dylan and I walk back into the house to see my family still huddling around the tv.

"Ha, he's almost as funny as me!" My dad exclaims looking for some validation but all that follows is the snickers we try to muffle.

"You people I call my family!" He growls jokingly.

I stop and watch them for a second. We're like our own friend group. None of us have social lives so, we rely on each other for company and a good time. I smile at the sight and continue to walk with Dylan's hand in mine. His soft, soft hands that rub circles around my thumb. Gosh this feeling is something I never thought I would feel. I love it and I never want it to go away.

I look back at Dylan but he's already in a daze staring down at me. I roll my eyes at him but secretly I'm getting butterflies of my own. I usher him up to my room and close my door behind us. I sit down on my bed and push myself up against my mountain of pillows.

I look over at Dylan and watch as his chest rises and falls heavily clearly he's nervous. Nervous as shit. I reluctantly lean over and lay down on his chest just so I can feel the fast beat of his heart. His breath hitches and I smile happily at the reaction.

"Dawson," Dylan let's out a big breath and I let myself shut down momentarily as I take everything in.

I know it's so selfish of me but what if he is lying? There's always that bit of me that has to doubt and I hate it. But sometimes you just have to go with it and hope to everything and everyone that it's okay. And that not everyone is out to get and betray you.

"Dylan," I breath deeply waiting for him to laugh at me and say it's all a joke. But he doesn't. Instead he quickly jumps off my bed, I go to protest. But then my clingy ass realises he's just turning the light off. Then he hops back into bed and pulls us under the covers. Dylan smirks slightly and I give him a questioning look just as he pull his shirt over his head.

I make an 'o' shape with my mouth and Dylan laughs at me or more so my reaction. He wipes the expression of my face with a passionate kiss and pulls away to once again get a glimpse of my face.

Determination washes over me and I don't let myself surrender to Dylan and all his hot body glory, "why do you bother being under the covers just to take off your shirt?" I ask in all seriousness. He laughs at me before realising I'm being serious.

"You sound like you're complaining Dawson don't go giving me the wrong ideas now," He says pointing a finger at me.

"You should try it one day it's actually quite nice sleeping without a shirt on," Dylan strokes a strand of hair behind my ear and leaves his hand to rest on my cheek.

"Really?"

"Seriously."

I smile at him and accidently give up the game placing my hand around his muscular body.

"You lose I win," Dylan says closing his eyes and kissing the top of my head.

But I know for a fact that he was trying harder than me to not give up and rap his arms around me. Which he does and does so with no hesitation. Dylan pulls me right into his chest and lets our legs tangle around each other. I let out a sigh in satisfaction.

"You like this?" Dylan says smugly, "yeah, I do," I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck and move my hands up to his messy hair.

Dylan rests his face against my shoulder and smiles against my skin.

"Goodnight Dawson, I'll see you when I wake up,"

And this is a moment I will never forget.

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Not this making me feel lonely as hell!